My Brother: “Look, a lone wolf. Let’s tame him!”

Me: “Uhh, dude… I don’t think…”

My Brother: “Don’t wimp out, he’s alone.”

Me “I’ll stay on the raft if it’s all the same.”

My Brother: “Fine, he’s mine than.”

My Brother: “Got him!!!”

My Brother: “Uhh… why’s he glowing?”

Me: “…You’ll be missed bro…”

Moral of the story is that Direwolves are NEVER alone. You just don’t know it until it’s too late. Have a plan and bring backup and make sure your stamina is higher than your backup’s when your plan inevitably goes south.